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Dec 2019
The wild wind whipped though
As casting from my soal
Under and threw branch's
Set in ice and snow
Licking at at frost bitten cheeks
And red noise
Delivering rememberance
Of past folly many nights ago
As the sun peaks
While the moon is clear
A time between neither here nor there
Wind searching with out a care
Fiercely blowing as I stare
Written by
Tabatha Cromer  32/F/Arizona
(32/F/Arizona)   
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   Max Neumann
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